Now ask yourself Do you wanna see a dead body?... If so look beyond my thoughts cause im constantly in conflict with cotton mouthed cobras, imposters walk through my conscience unnoticed til the night they pop up from out of nowhere speakin of tragedies i should commit,
throw a fist to the ribs kick her in the clit and chop off her tits, sick, cut out her veins have her hang from a branch while it rains watching blood drain and fall to the soil ooh im too spoiled only i could have the pleasure and luxury of finding the finest cutlery and slittin her neck, breathe in her last breath, watch her chest rise and settle for the last time like watchin a baby take her first steps, i wonder where they go next?
